The poem is beautiful
and beautiful is the heart that wrote it.
This is a mystery of the universe
The hand that while weak, struggles that it may give, will never be empty
The heart that while hurting, struggles that it may love, will always again be healed
And of the lives that are touched, by this giver and lover,
some may disdain, and some may ignore
but there are always some, that will forever be changed
and you will never be forgotten
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The poem is beautiful and beautiful is the heart that wrote it. This is a mystery of the universe The hand that while weak, struggles that it may give, will never be empty The heart that while hurting, struggles that it may love, will always again be healed And of the lives that are touched, by this giver and lover, some may disdain, and some may ignore but there are always some, that will forever be changed and you will never be forgotten